Written by: Juan Paolo Galua

I was lost into the vast sea of memories
only to return with chest heaving
My fingers rasped the molten emotions
welling deep within, brimful in my eyes

Those images as though carved in water
in which flowing time rippled my consciousness
but they all came up to me, cascading
My being’s emptiness filled up with moments

The decisions that shaped my experience 
were not at all perfect, there were mistakes
Who says that life is not a gamble we risk,
when time is one and only road we can’t retrace

Wisdom is the offspring of our erroneous judgment
and so it’s not about the faults and slips but regrets
that breed and cage the snake within our selves
a venomous serpent that bites in threat